As is life, so are cats.

This is what Nigel likes: big empty laundry baskets.  

So is it a little lame that my first post is a heavily-edited, bleak, somewhat defensive photo of my cat?  I haven't "blogged" since my all-too-sincere livejournal days, and I'm feeling a little like the new kid on the playground; how do I make new friends around here?  Maybe that's not how blogspot works; maybe that's a Myspace thing.  So I will channel the cat and write with cool, aloof poise that indicates my empty comment space goes unnoticed. 

Though I am clearly here of my own accord and hardly forced to participate, this is the only time I will admit to a reluctance to name this thing I am adding to my lifestyle (Today: wash clothes, buy groceries, eat veggies, blog).  Oh well.  The convenience and seduction of casual messaging media is great (re: powerful, large, imposing) and I am not immune.  

But consider this my solemn vow: I may blog, but I will NOT "tweet."